During the time in the 2000s when the International Criminal Court in the Hague were looking for Radovan Karadzic, Karadzic adopted a fake identity and became a practitioner of woo woo especially around making men more virile, which involved basically trying to wank off decrepit old men.
In the year 2000, David Petraeus was made chief head hunter for Karadzic. His plan was to dress up a man in a gorilla suit, hide him on the side of a mountain road, and then when Karadzicās car would pass, the āgorillaā would jump out and startle the driver, giving US special forces time to swoop in and capture Karadzic.
The plan failed.
The Rebirth as āDragan DabiÄā
Evans explains that after years of living in a state of semi-hiding, KaradžiÄ relocated to Belgrade around 2005 and stole the identity of a real man named Dragan DabiÄ. To pull it off, he underwent a total physical transformation: [1, 2, 3]
The Look: He grew out a massive, flowing white beard and tied his long hair into a distinctive topknot. He wore thick glasses and donned billowing, bohemian clothing. [1, 2]
The Vibe: He abandoned the uniform of a militaristic warlord to adopt the persona of an eccentric, peaceful, and soft-spoken spiritual guru. [1, 2]
The Absurdity of the āQuackā Career
What Evans and Loftus find most incredibleāand breakdown with signature dark humorāis that KaradžiÄ did not lay low. He lived completely in the open, building a prominent public brand as a practitioner of āquantum medicine,ā acupuncture, and bioenergy healing. [1]
The Grift: He became an MLM supplement salesman and a contributor to the Serbian magazine Healthy Life, where he regularly published essays on wellness. [1, 2]
The āSperm Magicā: A particular highlight of the episode is Evans mocking DabiÄās specialty: a bizarre, hands-on alternative fertility treatment. KaradžiÄ marketed himself as a guru who could miraculously improve menās sperm counts through āball-cuppingā and localized energy manipulation. [1, 2]
Hiding in Plain Sight: Evans details how KaradžiÄ would casually drink at a local Belgrade bar called The Madhouse. The bar literally had a portrait of KaradžiÄ (the warlord) hanging on the wall. He would sit right beneath his own face, playing stringed instruments and singing folk songs for patrons who had no idea they were looking at the fugitive. [1]
Only a small number of people who live in UK ever get a death notice or obitury (something like 20%). Practically everyone in Ireland gets one I imagine.
I was. I had a great day at it. Meself and the flatmate, Mango went to it. The two of us bought two boxes of wine, took the cardboard off and stuck the pouches under our jumpers to evade security. It worked. We got as drunk as monkeys. We had the good sense to leave just before U2, who were the final act, came on and we got a bus into town and had a couple of lovely pints in the Flowing Tide to finish the day on a high.
Never liked them to be honest. Right from the get go. Sanctimonious cunts. Well Bono anyway. In 1986, Bono was in the middle of his āIsnāt Garret Fitzgerald greatā phase. That was a red rag to me.
Iād say a version where they shoehorned in two other songs would have been watery enough there? Probably a 25-30 minute set at most and nearly half of it covers
Iām sure it would have been pretty epic if you were into bombastic stadium rock posturing. I wasnāt then and Iām not now. Plenty are though and good luck to them.
It was in a stadium and was conceived of very much as an āeventā stadium rock concert along the lines of Live Aid.
The word ābombasticā is mostly in the eye of the beholder. Iād venture that most prolific practitioners of bombasticism (is that a word) in our world are basically never referred to as such.
The people who most like to use the word āsanctimoniousā are generally the most prolific practitioners of sanctimoniosity (is that a word?).
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